Chapter 13
I flew into the house, heart racing, panties sticking to my skin from the dried-up lube. My little pussy was a mess, creamy, throbbing, but not from pleasure—it was just an echo of what happened earlier. I'd had some delicious make-out sessions with my half-brother, but damn, there was no chemistry. The horniness was there, my body was saying yes, but something didn't click. Maybe it was his vibe, maybe it was me. I didn't know, and honestly, I preferred not to dwell on it.
I crossed the living room in quick steps, just wanting to dive under the shower, wash the musk from Matheus's room off me. But before I could reach the hallway, the yell that froze my spine came.
"Julia, we need to talk!"
Holy shit. I was screwed. It was my mom!
I stopped dead in my tracks, body locked up, heart pounding faster than before. What now? Did Mariana slip up and Mom find out something? Did I let a detail slip?
I swallowed hard and forced a casual tone.
"What is it, Mom?"
I headed to the kitchen and found her sitting at the table, alone, peeling potatoes like she was pretending to be calm. But that look, that stern face, said it all. When my mom was like that, you could bet: shit was coming my way.
She dropped the knife on the cutting board, crossed her arms, and eyed me from head to toe.
"My daughter, look, you're a woman now. And I've been seeing you prancing around without any manners. Don't you see there's always a bunch of guys in this house?"
I went pale right then. Oh no... Where was she going with this?
"Hold on, Mom, what are you talking about? Where did this come from?"
My heart raced. Of course this crap had the hand of that son-of-a-bitch stepdad. He must've complained about something. And yeah, right? I'd been bold with him, teased, played around. To make it worse, he'd caught me red-handed touching myself and I'd thrown more fuel on the fire. But obviously, Mom wasn't gonna say it was him who snitched.
"Yeah, my daughter..." She sighed, staring off into space, like she'd rehearsed that speech a thousand times, and repeated almost the same thing as before. "You're a grown woman. Your cousins, your stepdad, his sons... This house is always full of men. And you go around in your nightgown, like no one's watching. This can't happen!"
I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly saw my own brain.
"Oh, Mom, apologize to them then!" I shot back, sarcasm dripping from my mouth. "I thought this was my house, you know? Thought I could walk around freely! But don't worry, okay? I'll get a burqa to wear in my own damn home!"
Her eyes widened, shocked by my boldness. But I didn't stop. The blood rushed to my head, my tongue got sharp, and before I could hold back, I dropped the bomb:
"And another thing! Tell your boyfriend, that old perv, to stop staring at my tits and spying on me when I'm in my room!"
The silence that followed was the kind that comes before a hurricane. My mom went white, then red, then a shade I'd never seen before. And I knew, right then, I'd fucked everything up.
The time it took me to turn my back was just enough for her to catch her breath before the scream.
"JULIAAAAAA!!!!!! GET BACK HERE!"
But I'd already turned and bolted down the hallway, ready to lock my bedroom door before she could grab me.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!"
Her voice echoed through the whole house, and soon came the pounding on the door.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
My heart was beating as hard as her fists. My chest heaved up and down, breaths short, as I stared at the doorknob, waiting for the next hit.
"OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR NOW, JULIA!"
"STOP OR I'LL CALL MY DAD!" I yelled back.
I could never actually do that. My dad didn't care much about us, but who knows, maybe he'd decide to play the tough guy.
But that was enough to make my mom stop banging on the door. From outside, I just heard the curses echoing through the house. The nerves still burned in my chest, my hands shaking. I threw myself on the bed, trying to breathe deep, but it didn't help.
In an unconscious move to calm down, I grabbed my phone. The screen was flashing with notifications.
Some messages. Number was unknown.
Oh, great. Now that my mom will never let me leave the house again, this guy decides to show up.
I needed to put that aside for now. I pulled the evidence out of my backpack and got my clothes ready for a shower. But there was a problem: I'd have to leave the room, and the enemy was out there, probably with his belt in hand, ready to mark my legs.
I deserved it. I could've stayed quiet.
To buy time, I decided to reply to the messages.
"Hi!"
"It's the bus guy, I got the car!"
"You good?"
Here he goes talking about the car again, when I don't even care.
"And awesome! Everything good?" I replied, without much patience.
"So, what do you like to do when you go out?"
The chat rolled into that trivial small talk of people who barely know each other. He said he was in college, but it seemed like he only took Drinking 101, 102, and 103 each semester. He just talked about that and the car.
But at least he was fun.
I must've spent at least an hour and a half on the phone with him. Enough time for her anger to cool and for me to work up the nerve to apologize to my mom.
Then, not satisfied, I went and made the second mistake of the day.
The conversation got spicier, and he came with this:
"We could meet up to go to the Lapa, then, I don't know, head to my place..."
Fuck... He wanted to fuck.
He was playing the guy's role, had some balls, wasn't soft like Pedro, and had more chemistry than Matheus. And me, dumbass, said what I shouldn't.
"Whoa, my mom won't let me go to the Lapa alone, and I'm a virgin, mister, I don't do that stuff."
The silence after was deadly.
He left me hanging for over ten minutes.
"Just what I need, this guy ghosting me now..." I thought, nearly crying. "Reply, you asshole! This pisses me off so much, I'm such an idiot! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!"
When the tear was about to roll down, the phone buzzed.
"Sorry for the delay, the food arrived and I had to go down to get it, but don't worry, all in your time. Tell me where you can go... and about coming to my place, I don't know, we could just chill. I'd like to give you some kisses."
My little pussy throbbed right then! I was back in the game!